Counting Stars - A Zayn Malik FanFiction

Chapter 15

Oh my goodness! I haven't been ab;e to update because my computer broke right before finals!! Now I'm back with a new computer and an urge to write! I said that in the last chapter, but I thought I would reiterate it haha. My aunts computer crapped out too so I couldn't use hers either. Oh well, school starts soon, my birthday is coming up, and I''m gonna be a senior! What better time to start writing? Now onto chapter 15!

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I am running as fast as I can but the hallway just seems to be getting longer and longer. I don't know what's behind me, but it is terrifying me. My lungs are on fire as I continue running as cuts are sliced onto my body. I cry out, but for what reason? No one can hear me anyways. I can't take it anymore and just collapse onto the cold ground and start screaming.

That's how it has been every night since I've been home. The same nightmare for two weeks straight. Zayn has started sleeping in my living room because he wants to be there when I wake up from these 'night terrors' I've been having.

We talked to some doctors about it and all they can say is that it's a side effect from the medicine they have me on. On the plus side, at least Zayn is a good cook. He comes over a few times a day to make me food. I don;t want him to be here all the time since he is a young man who probably has other plans than hanging out with a depressed blind girl.

It's sort of nice. He makes these amazing meals without telling me what it is and I have to guess what it is. I'm usually good at guessing them. That is until I can feel him moving closer to me and then my mind goes wild. I can't concentrate on anything besides te sound of his breathing and how good he smells.

I know it's weird, but it's unusual for me. I'm acting like a 12 year old girl at the lunch table with some school crush.

I think he may notice how my body tenses up around him because every once in a while, I can hear his breathing get slower and hear him lick his lips. Immediately after that, he scoots back and continues to make me guess about the food.

One of these days, I'll balls up and make a move. Maybe 'accidentaly' place my hand on his or brush his leg with mine, but right now, I'm still the depressed blind girl who hasn't done anything remotely sexual since she was 17 years old.

It is now sometime in the late morning on what I think is a Sunday or Monday and I'm in the shower washing my hair.

"Bev, ya in here?" I hear Zayn call out.

"No. This is her cat just taking my daily shower. Meow." I say in a jokingly tone.

Zayn laughs and opens the door. "Geez it's steamy in here."

"Well I am naked." I say trying to hint at him to leave.

Zayn gasps "And here I though you were a girl of pride who showered with at least a pair of stilettos on"

I scoff while rinsing my hair "Oh please. The only time I need to wear any heels is when I'm kicking your ass for intruding on me taking a shower."

"Aw come on. I love looking at the silhouette of your body. You have the shower light on today."

I immediately feel my face heat up. "Zayn! Stop! You know I'm self conscious!" I say as I sit down and cover up my body.

I've always had body issues. I'm not skinny. but I'm not fat either. I'm overweight by 30 or so pounds and I just have never liked my body.

"Bev, babe. You're hot. But I will leave so you can finish your self loathing and you can finish cleaning your cat." Zayn laughs and exits the bathroom.

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Omg I though this was cute. But yeah, body shit. I've never given a description of Beverley because I want you guys to come up with what you think of her :) I hope you enjoyed!